Page 7 of His Wild Attraction

I was starting to forgive myself. To trust myself.

But this last ditch effort by my ex to hurt me was unbearable.

I would never allow Gary access to our son.

No, I didn’t have the power to make him go away, but I thought maybe I knew someone who did.

My stomach twisted in knots.

I hadn’t told anyone about that evening after Andres had escorted me and Sammy home after our Sourdough Sunday lunch before Labor Day.

I kept the secret of how I basically threw myself at the sexiest man I had ever seen. Stunned when he reciprocated, catching me in his strong, burly arms, and kissing me so passionately, I almost combusted.

My ex didn’t like aggressive women, and if ever I tried to initiate sex, he’d retaliate by humiliating me, making me feel bad for being human.

I was so tired of feeling bad about myself.

Andres had felt safe. He felt different. And when he watched me with hooded, stormy eyes, I wanted him.

So, I pounced. And he reacted.

We had sex in the tiny living room area of my makeshift apartment, and I’d been living with the guilt of that for two months now.

It was already late October. And ever since it happened, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about him.

Andres was nothing like my ex. He wasn’t soft and pasty. He was thick, muscled, and so damn hot.

I started things, but Andres took the reins almost immediately. He took me hard and deliberately.

Exactly like I needed him to.

Those heated, sea-foam-colored eyes of his never left me as he kissed, fondled, and fucked me until I could hardly remember my own name.

That night was incredible. For someone like me, whose only sexual experience came from a man who barely tolerated me, well, it was something I treasured.

I didn’t know it could be like that.

But even so, I ignored his attempts to talk to me after. I just couldn’t face him.

What must he think of me?

What kind of person had sex with a virtual stranger when she was living in a woman’s shelter?

The therapist I’d been seeing, Dr. Ravnikar, told me I should never judge anyone, especially not myself, for my actions.

But it was hard not to.

I didn’t have room for complications in my life, and Andres was definitely that.

Sammy needed me. And I needed my son to be safe.

Ironically, or maybe just because Fate was a cunt, Andres was the only person I could think of who might be able to help.

Gary’s threats were hanging over my head, and I didn’t have anywhere else to turn.

Thunder rumbled outside, and I glanced out the small window.

Sammy was asleep, but he didn’t like storms. I bit my lip as I grabbed my cell phone.

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